First time I laid eyes on her She was layin' her spurs to the sides of an Appaloosa Roundin' that third barrel headed home And how we wound up tailgate down Somewhere out on the edge of Chattanooga Head over heels, heaven only knows 'Cause I ain't the kind to ride and throw a rope Hang my hat on 8 short seconds worth of hope She could have hitched the rest of her life To a man with Texas in his eyes Instead of some country boy in Tennessee You can always tell the cowgirl But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream I love the way her (?) Tony lungs (? ) Sit there like an old dog on the front porch Waitin' for that morning sun to rise I'll never know why she lets me run Away with her heart like a wild horse And camp out in the canyons of her mind 'Cause I ain't the kind to ride and throw a rope Hang my hat on 8 short seconds worth of hope She could have hitched the rest of her life To a man with Texas in his eyes Instead of some country boy in Tennessee You can always tell the cowgirl But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream She could have hitched the rest of her life To a man with Texas in his eyes Instead of some country boy in Tennessee You can always tell the cowgirl But you can never tell how a cowgirl's gonna dream